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LL/AEC Rogues Gallery: The Purple Herbalists

Wherein your humble scribe presents another entry in an irregular series of Adventuring Parties for Labyrinth Lord/Advanced Edition Companion. These characters are all 1st level, were granted maximum HP (Advanced Style), and have a bare minimum of equipment. They were all created with 3d6 for stats, more often than not in order.

For reasons they appear to be unwilling to share, each member of this group of multifaceted magicians (and their one-dimensional bodyguard) always wears at least one article of clothing that has been dyed a deep purple. They are traveling in search of various rare herbs to use either as components for their spells or, perhaps, to sell to other, less adventurous wizards. Snickeringly referred to as The Purple Herbalists by several rival adventuring parties, this group does not seek fame for their exploits, so they have not bothered to name themselves anything else. If their choices in attire and bizarre mannerisms make them inscrutable to barman, inn keeper and highwayman alike, so much the better. They, too, possess some snappy headgear.

I’m with Bat, I do like that they have a man-at-arms to protect the group. Sadly he probably ends up as the dog’s body, general cook and chief bottle washer.
“Grek! Grek! These meals won’t bring themselves from the bar to our table, you know!”

And I never get tired of saying this, either: Thanks, Gobbo! It pleases me that you dig ’em.

You’re dead right about Grek being just shy of a slave in this group. His biggest nemesis out of them is Zaarn of the even lower Charisma. Zaarn is the sort who is impossible to get along with because he’s such an arrogant prick.

Then again, sweet-talkin’ Loran Muir takes just as much advantage of poor Grek and is, arguably, less honest about it. So he might really be the worst of the lot.

Meanwhile, soft-hearted Oola Hadrin tries to make Grek’s life a little less difficult when she can. What a simpering stereotype 🙂

They’re nice alright. Nice to mock when you’re sitting back at the tavern and they’re out rooting around in displacer beast dung looking for thrumwort or whatever it was they said they were looking for 🙂